Zorika Petic

'The Keeping'

Unto my keepingwert thou given me,that I might love theewith all my soulto the end of my days…and adore thee in the autumn of my years.

I have loved thee beyond life's measure,beyond the treasures of the earth or seaor the boundless reaches of the deepening sky.

If the sun should quietly riseupon a dreaded day…and thy final sleeping mercifully unburdenthe hours from me,my futile weeping shall only ceasewith a last and desperate breath…and with all my failing strength,